This is not anarchy, Eve. This is chaos.

Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. Forever.

For whatever the future holds, one thing is certain... It just won't be the same.

Of course, Marxism is an example of what Carl Popper would have called a 'World Three' structure, in that it's got immense power as an idea, but you couldn't actually hold up anything in the world and say: 'this is Marxism'.

Most of the people who get sent to die in wars are young men who've got a lot of energy and would probably rather, in a better world, be putting that energy into copulation rather than going over there and blowing some other young man's guts out.

Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.

Look at him now, poor fellow. That's what a dose of reality does for you...Never touch the stuff myself, you understand. Find it gets in the way of the hallucinations.